[In Valachia, Isaac was accustomed to but the briefest of interactions with villagers, snarling a few words before gleefully driving the spear through their bodies and watching them squirm like insects. The angry defiance he was occasionally met with was nothing more than something for him to laugh at, to mock, to toy with. As keenly thrilling as those moments of explosive violence directed towards strangers could be, the excitement had a tendency to fizzle out too quickly, leaving him aching deeply for something lasting.
Something slightly more… meaningful and satisfying.
And so, he decides on an impulse that it won't do just to thrust his weapon at this arbitrarily-chosen victim and to end things here and now. No; Isaac would simply like to chat with him, to shake him to his core with a piercing look, to stop and revel in the smell of fear.
To learn a little bit about Julian, in other words.
Carefully sheathing his spear at his back, he approaches one deliberate step at a time, seeming as relaxed and cooly confident as ever.] Where are you heading in such a hurry...? [He asks lightly, regardless of Julian's pace. He holds out his arms, a faint smile playing his lips.] Home, I presume? Where it is warm and safe?
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Something slightly more… meaningful and satisfying.
And so, he decides on an impulse that it won't do just to thrust his weapon at this arbitrarily-chosen victim and to end things here and now. No; Isaac would simply like to chat with him, to shake him to his core with a piercing look, to stop and revel in the smell of fear.
To learn a little bit about Julian, in other words.
Carefully sheathing his spear at his back, he approaches one deliberate step at a time, seeming as relaxed and cooly confident as ever.] Where are you heading in such a hurry...? [He asks lightly, regardless of Julian's pace. He holds out his arms, a faint smile playing his lips.] Home, I presume? Where it is warm and safe?